Chapter Six * Getting Situated *
Hermione smiled against Harry's lips and leaned into his body, trying to get as close as was humanly possible. "Mmm ..." she murmured, as she felt his lips slide down her neck in slow, featherweight movements. She shivered slightly as his lips pressed against the sensitive spot underneath her right ear.
Sliding her hands from around his neck to his head, she pulled his lips back up to hers. Harry pulled her even closer until there was no more space left and slid his arms up her arm and let his hands rest in her soft mass of hair. "Love you," he whispered, stopping the kiss for a split second.
"Love you more," she whispered back, smiling briefly before deepening the kiss. They both began to move without breaking their position and Hermione felt herself falling onto soft cushions, Harry's hand going behind her head to soften the fall.
"Mmm ..." it was Harry's turn to murmur as Hermione's hands slid underneath his robes, causing his skin to burn underneath her fingertips.
"Oy! Lovebirds! I'd tell you to get a room but we need your help! Now stop trying to consume each other!"
Ron's deep voice exploded into their dream world and both Harry and Hermione jumped up, startled at the sudden interference. Harry glared at Ron as he adjusted his clothing. "Really, Ron! I'll remember that the next time I see you and Lavender sneaking into your room!"
"If you have the ability to see through walls, then sure, go right ahead," Ron replied with a very Draco-like smirk.
Harry looked confused a minute before smiling sheepishly. "Right, I knew that."
Ron just snorted before walking away. "If only we could use magic," Harry mumbled, turning to an amused Hermione.
She shook her head at him. "You know we can't do that, Harry. The Muggles will have a heart attack. What will they think if they see boxes magically floating in air?" she asked him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"True," Harry agreed, leaning his forehead against hers. "One more kiss?"
Hermione smiled and pressed her lips against his, prepared to give him more than just one kiss.
"You guys! Now!" came Ron's annoyed voice. "Stop snogging for Merlin's sake!"
Hermione sighed and wiped sweat off her forehead. Though she was wearing shorts and a tank top, the heat seemed to be frying her. She squinted up at the sky, remembering the last summer it was this hot. It had been three years ago, when she had to wear long sleeve shirts and jeans to cover up the damage Anthony had done to her body. But even with clothing, she couldn't cover up all the damage he had done. She was still trying to forget.
Despite the heat, she shivered, hugging herself. When will I forget? she asked herself, feeling the familiar bitterness that crept up her throat when she thought of him. Swallowing thickly, she shut her eyes against the sun's blinding rays. Despite the reassurances she had been giving to very concerned Harry, Ron, and Lavender, she was dead tired. Her nightmares hadn't stopped and the one last night had scared her more than the rest combined. She knew Harry would never be unfaithful but it had seemed so real that she couldn't help but feel a sort of dread. After all, there were tons of much prettier witches who would gladly be with Harry. She certainly wasn't the best prize, so to speak, so why had he chosen her?
"I love you," came a soft whisper from behind her and she felt Harry slide his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.
She smiled, relief suddenly flooding her heart. He had read her thoughts again. Or maybe he just knew that she needed to hear those words. It seemed to her that she was a lot more insecure than Harry was, even though he had had a much rougher childhood than she had. I really need to stop acting like a little girl, she told herself, letting her head rest on Harry's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered, shutting her eyes again.
Harry just held her tighter, letting his cheek rest next to hers, loving the feel of her skin on his. "Please don't think you're not better than all those other witches out there, baby girl. They don't even hold a candle to you in my eyes. I won't ever find anyone, witch or otherwise, that is as beautiful, intelligent, kind, compassionate, loyal, strong, and brave as you. No one, not even if I looked for a million years. I love you and I always will. Please don't doubt my love for you because I've never felt so strongly about anything before."
Hermione lifted her head and turned around in his arms so she was facing him. She gazed into his eyes, so bright and intense, and she knew he had meant every word. She let a small smile escape, then she began to laugh.
Harry cocked his head to one side. "What's so funny? Are you mocking me?" he asked, feigning a hurt expression.
Hermione shook her head and held on to his shoulders for support. "No, I was just remembering how you once said that if an enemy ever looked into your eyes, he would know all your secrets because you hold your heart in your eyes ..." she trailed off, smiling up at him. Leaning in closer, she kissed him softly.
"That's one of the things I love about you."
Harry smiled softly down at her and hugged her to him. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in the cinnamon smell he loved so much. "Hey, I was thinking. How about we have our wedding in February?" he asked, suddenly.
She pulled slightly away from him and looked up. "February? Hmm, that sounds romantic. On Valentine's Day?" she asked, giving him a small smile.
"If that's what you want," he replied, trailing a finger down her smooth cheek.
Hermione nodded. "Then we better start planning, huh? But first, I have to plan Clara's birthday party and then there's Ron and Lavender's wedding ..." she trailed off, realizing how many things she had to plan in so little time.
"Don't worry, love, everything will work out. Besides, Ron told me that Molly and Cecile have taken over their wedding plans for them," Harry told her, smiling. Molly had been like this with Ginny's wedding also but Molly and Lavender's mother? Lavender and Ron would be lucky to even get to pick where to go for their honeymoon. "So you don't have to worry about that. And I'll help you with Clara's party. They know already, right?"
Hermione nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Marie said she would take care of the guests. Well, on her side anyway. And all the Weasleys are coming, so that basically takes care of the guests. We just have to decorate and prepare the food, which Ron said he would take care of the food."
Harry shook his head and chuckled. "Who knew Ron would become such a good cook?"
Hermione smiled but instead of laughing she yawned instead. "Ugh, I don't know why I'm so tired."
Harry frowned. "Maybe you should go rest, love. You need it," he told her.
Hermione snorted. "Thanks a lot, babe. Thanks for the compliment."
"I didn't mean it like that!" Harry cried, but began to laugh when Hermione smiled brightly at him.
"I know, hon. You are right, though. And about our wedding ... I'm sure my mum would love to help, I just hope she's not as bad as Molly!"
"Finally!" Lavender cried, plopping down on the couch that was now situated in her and Ron's living room. Their very own house.
Ron smiled softly at his fiance and sat down next to her. "Yeah, we are. I can't believe it's just going to be me and you. Finally!"
Lavender laughed and leaned into his side, sighing contentedly when she felt his arm go around her shoulders.
They sat there in silence, looking around their new house that would soon feel like home. It was smaller than the one they had shared with Hermione and Harry, but very cozy. The walls were painted white, along with the outside of the house. The living room was large, two steps leading up to the medium-sized kitchen. There were three rooms, the larger one being Ron and Lavender's bedroom, one being a guest room, and the other was being used as an office until an addition was added to their small family.
Ron pulled out his wand and lit the large fireplace in front of them, then laid back down on the plush couch, pulling Lavender closer to him. After a few more moments of comfortable silence between the two, Ron asked, "Are you happy?"
Lavender tipped her face back so she could see his face. "Of course I am!" she cried, surprised at his need to ask.
"Really? You have everything you want?"
"I have you, love, and that's all I've ever wanted," Lavender told him, Ron's smile warming her heart. "And you?"
Ron bent his head to hers and kissed her softly. "I have you, don't I?"
Lavender smiled, then cleared her throat. "I actually have something to tell you," she began, her heart beginning to pound. She was planning on telling him when the time was right and this seemed as good a time as any.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, his blue eyes bright with concern.
Lavender sat up and turned to face him when he did the same. She took his hands in her own and looked into his eyes. "I, um, wanted to tell you sooner but never got the chance. Ron, I'm ... I'm pregnant," she said this in a rush, hoping against all hope that he would be as happy as she was when she had found out.
"Wh-what? You pregnant dad baby wow I baby you ... ?" he tried to form some coherent words then gave up and just sat there, mouth hanging open and eyes wide with disbelief.
Lavender swallowed thickly and she shook his hands a little. "Ron? Love, are you okay? I-I know it's sudden and all and - " she didn't get a chance to finish because Ron fell out of his daze and jumped up with a "Woop!"
He picked her up from the couch and spun her around, his smile reaching both ears. "I can't believe this!"
"So-so you're not mad?" she asked after he had placed her on her feet, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Ron gaped at her. "Mad? Mad! I've never been so happy!" He bent down and kissed her, wrapping his long arms around her and pulling her into a loving hug. "I love you," he whispered into her hair.
Lavender looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and was surprised to see tears falling from his eyes also. She had gone through many scenarios in her head for weeks now but she hadn't expected him to act like this. She couldn't have hoped for a better reaction. "I love you, too."
"Here, sit down. Why didn't you tell me? How long have you known?" he asked all at once. "And I can't believe you were lugging around heavy boxes all day!" he cried, grabbing various pillows and making her lay down.
"Ron -"
"Now you rest and don't even think of moving a finger! I'm going to run over and tell Harry and Herm and then I'll fix you dinner, anything you want," with that he kissed her on the forehead and tore out of the room, the door closing with a crash.
Lavender laughed but took Ron's advice and didn't move. There wasn't a point of telling him that she could still do what she always did, he wouldn't listen.
Besides, who didn't want to be waited on?
A/N: Hey! I hope you liked this chapter, though I could have done better. What do you think of Lavender being pregnant? I hadn't planned that but I thought it was a cute idea. And the date of Harry and Hermione's wedding? Is that okay? Please let me know what you think!
*pleeease* : I'm glad you like my fics! About this story being very angsty and romantic ... I have some things planned later on that will be very angsty, but I just hope you guys don't hate me too much! And romantic ... Of course! That's the only thing I can write about! Thanks so much for your review!
*Bachy A* : Thanks so much for your wonderful compliments! I seriously don't deserve it but you brought a huge smile to my face! Thanks so much!
A BIG thanks to the rest of my wonderful reviewers! You guys give me inspiration to keep writing!
Next chapter: Clara's birthday party. Stay tuned!
Luv, Twisted*Angel
Hermione smiled against Harry's lips and leaned into his body, trying to get as close as was humanly possible. "Mmm ..." she murmured, as she felt his lips slide down her neck in slow, featherweight movements. She shivered slightly as his lips pressed against the sensitive spot underneath her right ear.
Sliding her hands from around his neck to his head, she pulled his lips back up to hers. Harry pulled her even closer until there was no more space left and slid his arms up her arm and let his hands rest in her soft mass of hair. "Love you," he whispered, stopping the kiss for a split second.
"Love you more," she whispered back, smiling briefly before deepening the kiss. They both began to move without breaking their position and Hermione felt herself falling onto soft cushions, Harry's hand going behind her head to soften the fall.
"Mmm ..." it was Harry's turn to murmur as Hermione's hands slid underneath his robes, causing his skin to burn underneath her fingertips.
"Oy! Lovebirds! I'd tell you to get a room but we need your help! Now stop trying to consume each other!"
Ron's deep voice exploded into their dream world and both Harry and Hermione jumped up, startled at the sudden interference. Harry glared at Ron as he adjusted his clothing. "Really, Ron! I'll remember that the next time I see you and Lavender sneaking into your room!"
"If you have the ability to see through walls, then sure, go right ahead," Ron replied with a very Draco-like smirk.
Harry looked confused a minute before smiling sheepishly. "Right, I knew that."
Ron just snorted before walking away. "If only we could use magic," Harry mumbled, turning to an amused Hermione.
She shook her head at him. "You know we can't do that, Harry. The Muggles will have a heart attack. What will they think if they see boxes magically floating in air?" she asked him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"True," Harry agreed, leaning his forehead against hers. "One more kiss?"
Hermione smiled and pressed her lips against his, prepared to give him more than just one kiss.
"You guys! Now!" came Ron's annoyed voice. "Stop snogging for Merlin's sake!"
Hermione sighed and wiped sweat off her forehead. Though she was wearing shorts and a tank top, the heat seemed to be frying her. She squinted up at the sky, remembering the last summer it was this hot. It had been three years ago, when she had to wear long sleeve shirts and jeans to cover up the damage Anthony had done to her body. But even with clothing, she couldn't cover up all the damage he had done. She was still trying to forget.
Despite the heat, she shivered, hugging herself. When will I forget? she asked herself, feeling the familiar bitterness that crept up her throat when she thought of him. Swallowing thickly, she shut her eyes against the sun's blinding rays. Despite the reassurances she had been giving to very concerned Harry, Ron, and Lavender, she was dead tired. Her nightmares hadn't stopped and the one last night had scared her more than the rest combined. She knew Harry would never be unfaithful but it had seemed so real that she couldn't help but feel a sort of dread. After all, there were tons of much prettier witches who would gladly be with Harry. She certainly wasn't the best prize, so to speak, so why had he chosen her?
"I love you," came a soft whisper from behind her and she felt Harry slide his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest.
She smiled, relief suddenly flooding her heart. He had read her thoughts again. Or maybe he just knew that she needed to hear those words. It seemed to her that she was a lot more insecure than Harry was, even though he had had a much rougher childhood than she had. I really need to stop acting like a little girl, she told herself, letting her head rest on Harry's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered, shutting her eyes again.
Harry just held her tighter, letting his cheek rest next to hers, loving the feel of her skin on his. "Please don't think you're not better than all those other witches out there, baby girl. They don't even hold a candle to you in my eyes. I won't ever find anyone, witch or otherwise, that is as beautiful, intelligent, kind, compassionate, loyal, strong, and brave as you. No one, not even if I looked for a million years. I love you and I always will. Please don't doubt my love for you because I've never felt so strongly about anything before."
Hermione lifted her head and turned around in his arms so she was facing him. She gazed into his eyes, so bright and intense, and she knew he had meant every word. She let a small smile escape, then she began to laugh.
Harry cocked his head to one side. "What's so funny? Are you mocking me?" he asked, feigning a hurt expression.
Hermione shook her head and held on to his shoulders for support. "No, I was just remembering how you once said that if an enemy ever looked into your eyes, he would know all your secrets because you hold your heart in your eyes ..." she trailed off, smiling up at him. Leaning in closer, she kissed him softly.
"That's one of the things I love about you."
Harry smiled softly down at her and hugged her to him. He buried his face in her hair and breathed in the cinnamon smell he loved so much. "Hey, I was thinking. How about we have our wedding in February?" he asked, suddenly.
She pulled slightly away from him and looked up. "February? Hmm, that sounds romantic. On Valentine's Day?" she asked, giving him a small smile.
"If that's what you want," he replied, trailing a finger down her smooth cheek.
Hermione nodded. "Then we better start planning, huh? But first, I have to plan Clara's birthday party and then there's Ron and Lavender's wedding ..." she trailed off, realizing how many things she had to plan in so little time.
"Don't worry, love, everything will work out. Besides, Ron told me that Molly and Cecile have taken over their wedding plans for them," Harry told her, smiling. Molly had been like this with Ginny's wedding also but Molly and Lavender's mother? Lavender and Ron would be lucky to even get to pick where to go for their honeymoon. "So you don't have to worry about that. And I'll help you with Clara's party. They know already, right?"
Hermione nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Marie said she would take care of the guests. Well, on her side anyway. And all the Weasleys are coming, so that basically takes care of the guests. We just have to decorate and prepare the food, which Ron said he would take care of the food."
Harry shook his head and chuckled. "Who knew Ron would become such a good cook?"
Hermione smiled but instead of laughing she yawned instead. "Ugh, I don't know why I'm so tired."
Harry frowned. "Maybe you should go rest, love. You need it," he told her.
Hermione snorted. "Thanks a lot, babe. Thanks for the compliment."
"I didn't mean it like that!" Harry cried, but began to laugh when Hermione smiled brightly at him.
"I know, hon. You are right, though. And about our wedding ... I'm sure my mum would love to help, I just hope she's not as bad as Molly!"
"Finally!" Lavender cried, plopping down on the couch that was now situated in her and Ron's living room. Their very own house.
Ron smiled softly at his fiance and sat down next to her. "Yeah, we are. I can't believe it's just going to be me and you. Finally!"
Lavender laughed and leaned into his side, sighing contentedly when she felt his arm go around her shoulders.
They sat there in silence, looking around their new house that would soon feel like home. It was smaller than the one they had shared with Hermione and Harry, but very cozy. The walls were painted white, along with the outside of the house. The living room was large, two steps leading up to the medium-sized kitchen. There were three rooms, the larger one being Ron and Lavender's bedroom, one being a guest room, and the other was being used as an office until an addition was added to their small family.
Ron pulled out his wand and lit the large fireplace in front of them, then laid back down on the plush couch, pulling Lavender closer to him. After a few more moments of comfortable silence between the two, Ron asked, "Are you happy?"
Lavender tipped her face back so she could see his face. "Of course I am!" she cried, surprised at his need to ask.
"Really? You have everything you want?"
"I have you, love, and that's all I've ever wanted," Lavender told him, Ron's smile warming her heart. "And you?"
Ron bent his head to hers and kissed her softly. "I have you, don't I?"
Lavender smiled, then cleared her throat. "I actually have something to tell you," she began, her heart beginning to pound. She was planning on telling him when the time was right and this seemed as good a time as any.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, his blue eyes bright with concern.
Lavender sat up and turned to face him when he did the same. She took his hands in her own and looked into his eyes. "I, um, wanted to tell you sooner but never got the chance. Ron, I'm ... I'm pregnant," she said this in a rush, hoping against all hope that he would be as happy as she was when she had found out.
"Wh-what? You pregnant dad baby wow I baby you ... ?" he tried to form some coherent words then gave up and just sat there, mouth hanging open and eyes wide with disbelief.
Lavender swallowed thickly and she shook his hands a little. "Ron? Love, are you okay? I-I know it's sudden and all and - " she didn't get a chance to finish because Ron fell out of his daze and jumped up with a "Woop!"
He picked her up from the couch and spun her around, his smile reaching both ears. "I can't believe this!"
"So-so you're not mad?" she asked after he had placed her on her feet, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
Ron gaped at her. "Mad? Mad! I've never been so happy!" He bent down and kissed her, wrapping his long arms around her and pulling her into a loving hug. "I love you," he whispered into her hair.
Lavender looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and was surprised to see tears falling from his eyes also. She had gone through many scenarios in her head for weeks now but she hadn't expected him to act like this. She couldn't have hoped for a better reaction. "I love you, too."
"Here, sit down. Why didn't you tell me? How long have you known?" he asked all at once. "And I can't believe you were lugging around heavy boxes all day!" he cried, grabbing various pillows and making her lay down.
"Ron -"
"Now you rest and don't even think of moving a finger! I'm going to run over and tell Harry and Herm and then I'll fix you dinner, anything you want," with that he kissed her on the forehead and tore out of the room, the door closing with a crash.
Lavender laughed but took Ron's advice and didn't move. There wasn't a point of telling him that she could still do what she always did, he wouldn't listen.
Besides, who didn't want to be waited on?
A/N: Hey! I hope you liked this chapter, though I could have done better. What do you think of Lavender being pregnant? I hadn't planned that but I thought it was a cute idea. And the date of Harry and Hermione's wedding? Is that okay? Please let me know what you think!
*pleeease* : I'm glad you like my fics! About this story being very angsty and romantic ... I have some things planned later on that will be very angsty, but I just hope you guys don't hate me too much! And romantic ... Of course! That's the only thing I can write about! Thanks so much for your review!
*Bachy A* : Thanks so much for your wonderful compliments! I seriously don't deserve it but you brought a huge smile to my face! Thanks so much!
A BIG thanks to the rest of my wonderful reviewers! You guys give me inspiration to keep writing!
Next chapter: Clara's birthday party. Stay tuned!
Luv, Twisted*Angel
